Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*

Chapter 16

The lights in the room had been turned off, Song Jinshu closed the door lightly and walked towards the bed.

With the bright moonlight outside the house, he could clearly see Yan Cheng lying on the bed, his thick eyebrows and big eyes, straight nose, slightly deep eye sockets, and eyelashes casting a shadow on the lower eyelids. 

Song Jinshu got a little obsessed after watching him for a while, he didn't even know when the person who was lying on his back stretched out his hand, but when he got yanked suddenly, his world spun.

Song Jinshu let out a short cry and fell into Yan Cheng's warm arms.

"Why is your body so cold?" Yan Cheng's voice was still a little hoarse, and it sounded particularly alluring in the middle of the night, "Brother can't be really serious, what does he have to call you out for?"

Yan Cheng put Song Jinshu's hand into his lapel distressedly, when his cold fingers touched his warm chest, it was so cold that he was shocked, but Song Jinshu on the other hand was frightened and wanted to pull his hand.

What is Ye'er doing? How can he use your own body to warm my hands?

But his strength was nowhere near that of Yan Cheng, who was physically strong, and he couldn't pull it back even after pulling it several times. On the contrary, he was held even tighter by Yan Cheng, so he had no choice but to let go.

The body temperature of the two passed through the touch of the fingertips and flowed into the blood to entangle each other. Song Jinshu stiffened his body and did not dare to move. Feeling of Yan Cheng's strong body on his hands, he felt that his own body was getting hotter and hotter.

The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus gradually permeated the room, Yan Cheng brushed the other's neck, inhaled a deep breath like a prodigal son, and said in a passionate voice: "Jing Shu you really smell nice, is it the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus?"

Song Jinshu nodded in the dark, his movements were too small to be seen.

Yan Cheng didn't expect him to answer either, the temperature of the hand that was on his chest gradually warmed up, but he was reluctant to let go, tightly clutching Song Jinshu's wrist and pressing him into his arms.

The cold air gushed in from the open hole, making Yan Cheng shiver, he reluctantly let go of Song Jinshu's hand, and he stayed in the cold.

Song Jinshu glared at him coquettishly in the dark and pressed the vacant place tightly with his feet, but unfortunately, most of the temperature in the quilt had gone away.

Yan Cheng didn't want to let go, and there were no extra quilts or beds in the room, so Song Jinshu had to rustle under the quilt,  he took off his coat and robe and was finally pulled into Yan Cheng's arms.

He was not used to being so close to Yan Cheng, so with a steady stream of warm breath spreading behind his ears, he couldn't feel sleepy at all.

Opening his eyes and looking at the teacups on the table that had long run out of heat, Song Jinshu suddenly missed the little white cat he raised in the countryside, and wondered how it was doing now.

"After the fifteenth day, I'll call a doctor for you to take a look at your stuttering." Yan Cheng's voice sounded, without any trace of drowsiness, as if he also suffered from insomnia like Song Jinshu.

Song Jinshu's stuttering was not born with him. When he was a child, he had high burns on his throat. After his throat healed, he always liked to imitate his grandpa at the entrance of the village. Over time, he stuttered and couldn't get over it.

Married to the Yan Mansion, Yan Cheng thought it was hard for him to speak, and he was too lazy to listen to him, so he simply told him to shut up. Song Jinshu had been mute for half a year, and even coughing occasionally would scare him.

He didn't know why Yan Cheng wanted to call a doctor for him. The adults all said that this disease would not be cured by taking medicine, and even he himself thought the same and planned to be mute for the rest of his life.

Song Jinshu didn't answer and pretended to be asleep, but Yan Cheng knew that he wasn't asleep at all, so he put his hand on Song Jinshu's slightly cool back of his neck, and pressed it lightly with his fingertips.

"Sleep, I have to wake up early tomorrow to say the greetings."